It was less than a moment before the coalition learned of the changes at the front.

The high-ranking Templar Ye Zid harnessed his magic carpet and flew high in the sky. His responsibility was to maintain communication between the strikers and the Chinese army, as well as to monitor any movements. Unlike other Templars, he was very attentive to the progress of the war and eager to make a mark on the battlefield. ．．netbsp; Most of the high-ranking Templars were selected from hereditary noble families. But Yezid was only the son of a street pottery maker, and he had no official names until he became an adult, and was only abbreviated as the potter's son. The day that changed his destiny was born on the day of his fifteenth name day. The Witch King Nibennai's number one killer, Valsepheus, came to the street where he lived.

On that day he became Valsephus's assistant, who appreciated his knowledge of the times. At that time, the soldiers of the Witch King wanted to execute all the inhabitants of the street to cover up a scandal. Some of the inhabitants are hiding in shady ancient sewers, which are unimaginably old and intricate. Even the rulers of the city were not entirely clear.

Yezid told them where they were hiding so that the soldiers could easily carry out their duties. Valsephos kept him alive, but executed everyone else. Among those who were killed, there were his neighbors, playmates, girlfriends and fathers. However, in the eyes of future Templars, the deaths of these men had nothing to do with him. Their fate was decided the moment the Witch King gave the order, and what he did was nothing more than to contribute to the realization of this established fact. Although there is no conclusive evidence, he believes that if his father is still alive, then he will definitely approve of him.

In the years that followed, Yezid learned the art of the sword from Valsephus, the essence of intimidation and eloquence from the older Templars, and the mysteries of law and sorcery from ancient scrolls. He is forbearing, restrained, flattering to superiors and harsh to subordinates. When carrying out the orders of the witch king, he is always conscientious and meticulous. Over the years he grew in power and status, until Valsephos grew old and had to retire. He took the place of the old killer and became one of Nebennai's most murderous minions.

But Yezid was not satisfied with this, and he took advantage of a possible opportunity to consolidate his position. This war, for him, is the best opportunity to grab new feats. In his heart, he even fantasized that one day he would be able to replace Nibennay, for revenge and for strength.

While most of the top echelons of the coalition were overwhelmed by the enemy's sentiments, Yezid defied the public at a military meeting in front of the enemy, advocating the capture of the iron ore first, and then the siege of Tyre. In the desert, the laborers went on an expedition, and the most feared thing was the lack of food, grass and water. If, during the siege of Tyr, the army is attacked from behind by the enemy, and the giant siege engine carrying the teleportation magic circle is destroyed, the situation of the expeditionary force will become worse than ever, and the three witch kings will become very angry.

As for sending the subdued tribesmen to fight in the front, it was the idea of the samurai from Yurik City. These people were loyal and uneven, and they were sent out to consume the forces of the Tyres. Yezid also agreed to this plan, but as a backhand. He sacrificed fifty slaves and cast the magic of each tribal leader sent to the front. That way, whether these people die or flee, the Templars will know.

As soon as the Crazy Horse tribe came out of the basket, Yezid instinctively felt that this was a breakthrough force that had encountered the Tyrs. Harnessing his magic carpet, he flew to the front line to find out the enemy's movements.

The night breeze was bitter, and the Templar tightened his sword-like grim countenance, sweeping the movement on the ground inch by inch.

The night was dark, but for a high-ranking Templar who had a constant vision of his true vision. Every detail on the sand is as clear and detailed as in the daytime.

Soon he saw some of the fleeing riders, and the Templar lowered his height on his magic carpet, twice passing over the small group of riders, kicking up a large cloud of dust. The riders looked with some cringe as they looked at the heavily armored samurai who had descended from the sky in the darkness, and instinctively formed a circle.

Sure enough, it was a deserter from the Crazy Horse Department, Ye Zide jumped off the magic carpet, turned the magic carpet into his cloak with a password, and as soon as he raised his hand, a bright green ray struck straight at the face of one of the riders who hit the head.

A few stunty grass on the ground were pitiful, and the grass that grew on the ground immediately withered and died. The green rays flew in, and the rider raised his hand to block it, but the place hit by the ray instantly turned gray and shattered. First the forearm, then the shoulder, the whole body.

In less than a breath, the rider's whole body disintegrated, turning into flying ashes, dissipating in the dust stirred up by the magic carpet landing. The war horse under his crotch strangely saw that the weight on his back had lost a lot, and he roared.

"According to the military discipline of Nebennai. Of all the deserters, one out of ten was killed. The High Templar Ye Zid said calmly, "Tell me how many enemies have you encountered, and then I'll kill you." ”

Seeing a man being torn to pieces in front of him caused a great shock to the other riders. Most of them were superstitious, and some even began to meditate on their ancestors or their own gods, asking them to protect them from the Templars.

"I'm sure you've heard me. The Templar asked, "What enemies have you encountered?" ”

There was silence for a while, until a timid voice replied, "Tyre soldiers, dozens, and a psychic warlock to lead." ”

Could this be a harbinger of the enemy's preparations for a major breakthrough?" Ye Zid thought to himself, "What about the mounts they are riding?"

"It was all horses, and there were no gray-scaled birds, shell beetles, or any other livestock. Another voice answered him.

That means they'll be able to get a long way out, if they're smart enough not to try to set up an ambush in place, Yezid thought.

"You, and you. You two can live, get out. He greeted the two riders and drew his knife. "For the rest, my magic carpet needs a new soul charge. ”

When the magic carpet took off again, more than a dozen new corpses were thrown from the ground, and their horses roamed in place, occasionally arching their dead owners with their noses.

Soon, the magic carpet flew to the scene of the Crazy Horse tribe's battle with the Tyrs. The Templars carefully examined the wounds on the corpse and the traces of blood.

The neat incision is the degree that exceeds the human limit. It's easy to speculate on the circumstances of the battle, with the Tyrs emerging from the darkness and riding on horseback to make a surprise attack, and the Crazy Horse men didn't have time to react. That psychic must have achieved this with his own abilities.

Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, Yezid's speculation was almost indistinguishable from the facts. There weren't many enemies, he noticed from his tracks, but it was too dangerous to chase them alone, especially if he didn't know the details of the psychic sorcerer.

Ye Zid used magic to send a signal and gave an order to his own subordinates who were secretly lurking in the distance, "Do your best to get ready." He said, "Come here and have a round with me, and I want you to take your best weapons, and examine every corpse, and I want you to find out what the psychic sorcerers are good at, what their weapons are, and how they spit." Then we went and destroyed the Tyres. ”

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